Alice Winters

“I feel like in a different life, you and I would have been soul mates.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. Acquaintances at the very most.”

“Has your brain always been this damaged?” he asks as he tilts my chin up.
“I think so. There were a couple of times I had a lack of oxygen to my brain as well as some severe hits and falls. I feel like it’s given me some character, but maybe I’ve actually lost my mind.”
“You have.”

“Hi, I’m Leland. You must be G-Ma.”
I don’t know if it’s the look she’s giving him, the confusion on my family’s faces, or the ridiculousness of his name for her, but I start laughing. “Don’t make my grandma sound like a gangster!”
“Maybe I like sounding like a gangster,” Grandma says. “I always thought the name ‘Grandma’ made me sound too old.”

“I know what patience is. I’ve been very patient with your desire to not have sex until we’re married. I’m hoping you propose soon, but I will try my hardest to hold out.”
He sighs like he doesn’t find me utterly hilarious.

“Oh my god! I thought you were joking about there being a hair there! That hurt!”
“I was just trying to make it less sweet. I thought maybe you wanted a bit of kink.”
“Kink? That was abuse.”
He shakes his head. “One little hair? You shot at me, and me not even pulling out a hair on your chest is abuse? I didn’t know you were so dramatic.”
“Dramatic is my middle name. Now carry me to my bed and fuck me like it’s our wedding night.”
He’s trying not to laugh. “As you wish, my virgin bride.”

“Don’t ever leave me,” I whisper.
His hands tighten behind my back. “I won’t.”
“I’m a mean motherfucker when you piss me off. You will not be safe from me if you make me mad.”
“So no mustard on your sandwiches, or you’ll hunt me down, got it.”
I smile, glad for the break from

“Shit,” Leland says as I get out of the car.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I meet him on his side.
“We should’ve listened to the sex playlist I made for you as we drove here! It could have gotten you in the mood!”
“I threw it out,” I lie.
He looks at me in horror. “You wouldn’t dare. That was the mix I was going to walk down the aisle to.”
“Aisle of what? The local jail?”
“Do you think your dad will walk me down since mine’s in prison?

Me: Whoops. I might have forgotten to put a gun away.
Jackson: Please tell me it’s not your rifle.
Me: Okay!
Jackson: Why was that out?!
Me: I was jerking off with it in one hand and my cock in the other.
Jackson: Tell him you’re my cleaning lady.

“I’m going in the back door,” I say.
“That’s what he said.”
And I fall even deeper in love with him. “From the moment I saw your butthole, I knew we were meant to be, and this just confirmed it.”

If anyone saw this man curled up in the chair, head tucked against his arm that’s leaning on the armrest, they would never imagine what goes on in his brain. Or what this man could do.
But all I see is someone I want to protect, someone I want to love, and someone I want to be loved by.
“How long are you going to stare at me for? Long enough to jerk off?” Leland mumbles.
A smile touches my lips as I shake my head. “You just ruined the moment.”
He slowly opens his eyes and grins at me. “I did? By what? You were the one creeping and leering.”
“You say that like you don’t want me creeping on you.”